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breaking free is right next door
your love can grow stronger
but not your mind
i pity the poor fools
who cannot think for themselves
confusion, humiliation, who the hell are you?
how can you say casual?
love has nothing to do with it
this wretched planet cares for no one
your god has decieved you
but you stay
youre such a slave
i cannot think of you that way
my needle is empty once more
i cant stand the fake in your eyes
i hate it when you smile
you epitomize all that i want
and all i despise
i wish you fucking dead
so i could keep you close by for always
your rotting corpse hurts me less
than your emotionless eyes
you speak incessantly
you never meant it when you said you loved me
i hate it when youre nice
you were always rather polite
your blood runs red like a rose
your eyes turn black as your heart
i wish to tear them out
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